Before meeting up with Ernest and his guests, Ryan Parker and his wife Amy, we killed some time at Water Street.
The first pizza had a bit too much cheese, but it still rocked.
It was all about the wine for Ernest.
We took them to Water Street after pizza.
I want some more pizza, who's next?
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five minutes . . . that's all it takes.
so this evening i had a phone exchange w/ my sister about the use of this blog. now far be it from me to impose my own editorial slant on somebody elses creation, but as an avid audience member i think that it's up to all of us (the avid fans) to hold our hosts responsible to some sort of standard, and to frankly, encourage them in pushing the "blog-elope" . . . now that's just my opinion. sof's retort was that i should start my own *expletive* blog and leave them alone. that's all well and good i suppose but still, i can't just leave well enough alone. anyway, so to stir things up i'm adding my own five minutes worth of typing to the page this evening . . . just y'know to challenge these kids a bit. . . . so this evening i was going to buy a powerball ticket because the jackpot is up to 210 mil. that's a ton a money. probably literally. when i buy these tickets, of course i hope to win, but really, what a purchase entitles you too is to dream about what you would do w/ gobs and gobs of cash . . . whether for good or evil, 210 mil would expand ones opportunities immensely . . . for example if one wanted to you could start up an institute or academy, name yourself president and just DO COOL STUFF . . . that would be the whole mission . . . . anyway, it turns out that they shut down sales at 9 on evenings of drawings so i couldn't get a ticket, so i'm not allowed to dream tonight . . . i ended up getting some ice-cream instead. oh well, i guess i'm still a winner.
wow, parker looks awful
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